02/08/2007

Exit, staging left

Zero. That’s what the
thermometer reads right now. Add in the wind, and we are talking minus ten to
fifteen degrees. Yeah, it’s still pretty cold up here, and work is crawling
along as a result.Last Thursday, Anne and I worked until
dark to finish the insulation on the north side roof. That was a nice milestone
to reach in a time when milestones seem to be a bit scarce. Of course, I am not
mentioning the two days of chipping ice off of the roof and walls that was
required before we reached the aforementioned milestone. This is not an
oversight. I am simply not mentioning them so I will forget the entire
experience more sooner than later.That left us with all of this week to get
the roof done. I had to spend the weekend in NY playing music and drinking
beer, but I figured we could have the roof on by the end of this week. Well, I
didn’t clear my schedule with Ma Nature, and she didn’t appreciate my
impudence, and dumped some snow on us over the weekend. Not a huge amount,
maybe four to five inches. Enough to throw a wrench in the works, that’s for
certain. To drive the lesson home, she blew an arctic blast of weather our way,
and thus I am here typing instead of out there working. It also meant the
departure of the scaffolding. It seemed silly to have it standing there,
costing us aboutsixty-five dollars a
week, when all it was doing was collecting snow. And becoming frozen to the
ground. And taunting me—quietly, but I heard it. So I wrestled the staging
apart, threw it in the truck and brought it back to the rental place, with a
vow to return for it one day. (I just started a list of things not to do when
the temperature is below zero, and disassembling metal pipe staging is pretty
much number one on that list at the moment).We don’t have many new pictures as the
freezing temperatures tend to zap our camera batteries with alarming
efficiency. But I did manage to capture a few telling moments: one that
epitomizes the dangers of working in winter, and one that epitomizes the
dangers of not working at all and having too much time on your hands while
preparing dinner.

Comments

Hey gang the Lil' House on the Popovic Prarie is looking good!!!! Sorry I mised you this weekend Rich. The metal head that still rages inside of me had to be let out. Slayer was just the release I needed. The mosh pit was somewhat of a dissappointment though, i diddn't bleed once!!!!